Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

Killer Phone Sex Overkill Excites Me

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gets bloody with me. What can I say? I love overkill. I used to tell myself that when I killed someone, I went into overkill mode because it made it look personal. An excessive death alerts the authorities that the murder of the victim resulted from a personal beef. And that throws suspicion off me. But the reality is I have anger issues. I hate the world most days, and I just like killing in a frenzy. After I have tortured my victim, of course.

I am not an opportunity killer. Sometimes, I kill a jackass or a cunt I meet out and about, but I usually wait to kill them later. Like a hunter, I stalk my prey. And kill when I have the best chance of getting away with it. And I always get away with snuff sex because I am smart. Sure, I kill folks who piss me off. But if I have direct ties to that person, I kill a surrogate instead. That’s how all folks should kill.

Essentially, I teach folks how to get away with murder. When Julie saw my mercenary ad on the dark web, she hired me to teach her what I know about killing and getting away with it. She wants to kill her abusive ex-boyfriend. Get this. Not only did he abuse her during their 8-year relationship, but she must also pay him palimony because their relationship is considered a common law marriage. No Mike, no more palimony and no more living in fear.

I Love to Kill and Teach Others to Kill

I felt for her. No man deserves respect let alone his life if he abuses a woman and takes her money too. Instead of teaching her how to get away with murder, I told her I would kill him for her. And I gave her a significant discount. Although I wanted to go into overkill mode with him, I needed this death to not look personal and throw suspicion on my accomplice.

So, I made it look like a robbery. Just one stab wound instead of 100. Although I wanted to make his body disappear, if I did that, she’d still need to shell out money because only death would end the court mandated palimony. Can I tell you how hard it was for me not to go helter skelter on this low life? But I checked my violent phone sex tendencies and stabbed him in the gut to bleed out. He appeared drunk, so he made an easy target for robbery.

I drove his carcass to the druggy party of town and dumped his body. But I took his wallet and watch, and expensive designer shoes. When they find his body, his ex will provide an airtight alibi taking her off the suspect list. Another dead leach? No one will miss him. But now I need a violent, over kill kill. Maybe you should be my next victim.

Torture sex, a special gift from Accomplice to Daddy

Torture sex I’ve got a special Torture sex treat in store for you today. Daddy’s favorite accomplice has gifted you the most exquisite pleasure device for our evil games. The second that wicked toy touched my tight little cunt, I knew it was destined for depraved greatness.
I lured her into my place, ate her pussy, and made her cum a bunch. You know how horny little teen sluts can be. I made her cum so much she is under my spell now and will do anything I tell her. You need those little cunts to suffer if you want to cum as hard as possible. I think we should strap her into my torture chair, Daddy. Wrists and ankles are shackled, completely exposed, and vulnerable.
Her tight little body is begging for you to paint it with bruises and welts. She is an object. Her purpose is to suffer for our orgasms. Pitch those pink nipples so hard they pop off. She looks so helpless in that chair. Now the rope is around her neck, and your cock is down her throat. Should we turn this into a Snuff sex game? Make the bitch drown in your cum!

 

Breasts of Pleasure, Breasts of Pain

Violent phone sex Hey there, my depraved little sluts, looking for a wicked thrill? Let me paint a picture so fucked up, so hot, you’ll be dripping with desire. I’m talking about the ultimate snuff fantasy, where my perfect tits become instruments of pleasure and destruction.

Imagine a sweet, innocent Brat, cute as a button, and me, ready to corrupt her innocence. I’d start by letting you play with these glorious breasts, letting you suck and lick, while I moan with pleasure. But then, the game changes, and I wrap my tits around her, tight enough to suffocate, my voice soothing her fears. As she struggles, you take me from behind, pounding my pussy like a beast. She screams into my flesh, her desperate cries muffled by my bosom. The harder you fuck me, the tighter I squeeze, feeling her life slip away. Her arms flail, then go limp, as she breathes her last breath against my skin.

And in that moment, you cum, thrusting your load deep inside me, collapsing next to her lifeless body. A perfect ending to a perfect Saturday. 😈💕💣

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Let Us Explore Revenge

murder phone sex fantasiesMost of us have murder phone sex fantasies. I know I do. And I have them for all the folks who abused me when I was a young girl. I include my mother on my kill list because she left me with my dad when I was super young. She just never came home from work one day. Vanished. For a while, I thought she might be dead. When I entered my teens, I often wondered if my father killed her. Although he told me she did not want me and left with another man to start a new family, I doubted that claim’s veracity.

But because she left, my father began abusing me. And he eventually allowed his friends to abuse me too. Although I did run away, my earlier years hooking on the street and making snuff movies, gave me time to think about revenge. I had no choice as a teen runway and high school dropout but hooking and porn. And that exposed me to men almost as bad as my father.

Revenge is So Sweet

Recently, I did one of those DNA kits just to see if I might have siblings somewhere. My dad could have remarried. And if my mom was alive, she may have given birth to a sister or brother for me. The DNA results revealed that I had at least two half siblings. Maybe more because the results only identify others who have done the same DNA testing. However, those half-siblings matched on my mother’s side. So, I hired a private detective who found her in a trailer park only 6 hours away from me.

I paid her a visit. But she did not survive the visit. I made it look like a home invasion phone sex fantasy gone wrong. No prints left. And no DNA either. This switch knows all the tricks to go undetected. I need to be more careful with my DNA since I am now in the DNA database that cops can access to solve crimes.

She did not recognize me. Her own daughter. So, I used a pair of her gardening shears to slice her throat. As I watched her bleed out, I told her who I was and why I killed her. The bitch’s expression when she realized who I was and why I killed her seemed priceless too me.Revenge feels good. Now that I killed my mother, my number one enemy, I need to find my father. He deserves death too.

My punishment for being a bad slave was gangbang Torture sex

Torture sexTorture sex is going to punish my pussy so bad. My life was supposed to be all about obeying my Master’s every command, no matter how degrading or humiliating. But I failed him. I got knocked up, and not in the way he intended. He wanted me to be his breeding whore, but my cunt didn’t obey. I lost it. Now, here I am, facing the consequences of my disobedience. My Master has decided that we need to start all over again.
He will train me properly this time, and I’m afraid he might just get rid of me if I don’t comply. The thought of suffering horrible pain with snuff porn scares me shitless. As his hot snuff whore slave, I’ve endured countless humiliations and perversions at the hands of my Master and his friends. But nothing could have prepared me for the punishment he had in store for me this time around. It was a gangbang session, and it was designed to break me down and make me submit completely. I was tied up, helpless, as one after another, they took turns fucking me, filling me up with their cum.
It hurt so much, but I couldn’t scream or protest. That would only make things worse. All I could do was take it and hope I would somehow survive this ordeal. And then, as if the physical pain wasn’t enough, they started discussing my fate. They debated whether I was worth keeping as a breeding whore or if I was just Snuff sex meat, good for nothing but suffering and death. The thought of being discarded like trash, used up, and then thrown away, terrified me. But even in my darkest moments, I couldn’t help but cum.

Home invasion phone sex: sadistic pleasure!

Home invasion phone sexTonight’s sadistic pleasures start with home invasion phone sex! I am so sick of you men underestimating me. Like I don’t have men who will help me break into your house and rob you blind. That’s not what I’m after tonight You know damn well that you really enjoyed my last rape fantasy and bondage scene with you and your little family. You thought you had got away from me I mean, I was just a young teen then, and now I’m grown up a little bit. But my body hasn’t really changed much, and I’m still seeking you out after these last couple years. You got a new wife, and you just happened to marry a beautiful set of twin daughters along with her. I want them. I’m going to take them. They’re going to become my whores and make me money. Now I do have thoughts of, like, making them the ultimate ass rape porn stars. But I also think they would really do great in some really snuffed-out scenes in one of those gory, old-fashioned setting snuff films. And I will make you watch. I’m a fucked-up bitch. I come for revenge. Not because you did anything wrong, but because your dick was so good you turned me a little fucking evil. I will hunt you down no matter who you marry, no matter how many daughters you have. Your wife and your daughters will always be subject to me kidnapping, molesting, and even murdering them. But you know that already, don’t you? You want me to come after each new wife each new set of stepbrats. You’re just as fucked up as I am Don’t you dare think you have no part in this sick, sadistic play because it’s all on you, motherfucker!

Better Babysitter phone sex busts open that little rosebud

Babysitter phone sex makes your P. Cock so hard, doesn’t it? I revel in your nasty needs. I just love being a useful whore. I know I offer up the best bald pussies you can get. And I want you to destroy this little bitch’s rosebud for me.Babysitter phone sex

Isn’t she sweet? I think she’s about 4’7, maybe like 65 lbs. or so. Big blue eyes and long light hair, and aren’t her pink puffy nipples so cute? Her body is about to sprout but she still has this perfect little bald pussy. It took some effort when I tried just sticking one finger in her. I can’t wait to watch you rip her open Daddy. 

Maybe we should keep her around for a while. She’s been such a good girl, following all my orders. She is submissive enough not to cause trouble and once she gets old enough we can make some hot Teen rape porn with her. It would be really hot to make her a breeding slave after we break her in for a bit.

 Once we get her fully addicted to your cum, she will be a loyal breeding slave. Or if you get sick of her and just want me to bring you a new toy, I am happy to do that too. I do love being Daddy’s accomplice to soaking your cock in blood.

 

 

Suffocation Phone Sex in the Club with a Sexy Babe

suffocation phone sexI utilize suffocation phone sex techniques with losers who call me. As a sexy switch the size of your dick determines if I am in charge, or you are in charge. If you have a small cock, you do not get to hurt me or fuck me or even touch me without permission. And I know a small dick loser when I see one. They all have big dick energy but nothing to back it up with.

And this little loser came on strong too. All that bravado for such a tiny package. He thought since I strip at a club, he can own me. He tried to get rough with me in the VIP room. So, I suffocated him. I handcuffed his arms behind his back, pushed him down on the ground and sat on him. He never saw it coming. Although I do not usually have snuff sex at the club, sometimes a woman must do what she must to survive. The club has my back always.

Once this asshole landed on the ground, I sat my ass and pussy on his face. As my legs squeezed against his thighs, I could feel him struggling to get free. But after about ten minutes of straddling his face, he stopped moving. So, I sat up and smacked him awake. This I consider a sort of macabre version of erotic asphyxiation. I was not ready for him to die. Not yet at least. Quick deaths bore me.

Sometimes I Enjoy Suffocating Men with My Tits and Ass

I’ve suffocated men with my pussy and ass, but I rarely kill them. And the times that I have been responsible for a man dying this way, I never meant to kill him. But I am older now, wiser, and I know how not to kill a man if I do not want to. However, I wanted to kill this tiny dick loser. So, for round two of my taboo phone sex game, I shoved my big tits in his face, covering his mouth and nose.

He fought. And he fought hard. However, his body began to weaken. I felt him limp under my body. But I continued to smother him until I knew he had been denied oxygen long enough to be brain dead. My security guards got rid of his body for me. They don’t ask me questions when mishaps occur. And I do not ask them where the bodies are buried. It’s a great relationship.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Should Turn Real with the Right Accomplice

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies should always be explored. But let me be clear. I do not think that role playing helps curb your darker desires. In fact, I think role playing your most violent fantasies makes you want to make them real. True story. Most men who call me tell me they would never do what they fantasize about in real life. But I call bullshit. If they knew they could never get caught, they would get violent in a heartbeat. Plus, the longer you fantasize about something, the more you want to act on that fantasy.

So, I caution men going down a rabbit hole with me because I encourage bad behavior. But I encourage smart behavior too. You cannot just go kill someone without a plan. Nor can you explore your rape phone sex fantasies without a plan either. And this is where I come in. A knowledgeable accomplice can advise you on things to do to avoid detection and prevent you from becoming a suspect in the crime.

Most Men Yearn to Turn Their Violent Fantasies into a Reality

I have avoided detection since my teen years. But when I was younger, I killed impulsively. Sort of a gut reaction. And I would have been arrested if my grandpa did not help me. He loved torturing people. Killing them too if he needed. But he always had a plan. And he passed his knowledge on to me. So, now I pay it forward to men like you.

You cannot always kill, or force fuck the subject of your dark fantasies. Sometimes, the person you want to harm is too close to home, which would make you an automatic suspect. So, you need a surrogate. One you have zero ties to and preferably does not live near you either. You need help with DNA cleanup. And establishing alibis. And that is something a seasoned accomplice phone sex partner can assist you with.

We may start off with a violent fantasy, but by the time we finish, you will want to make that fantasy real.